| Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon
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| Loretta’s singing on the radio
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| Smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Pull the curtains back and look outside
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| Somebody somewhere don’t know
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| Come on now, child, we’re gonna go for a ride
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Can’t find a damn thing in this place
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| Nothing’s where I left it before
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| Set of keys and a dusty suitcase
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| There goes the screen door slamming shut
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| You better do what you’re told
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| When I get back this room better be picked-up
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Low hum of voices in the front seat
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| Stories nobody knows
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| Got folks in Jackson we’re going to meet
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Cotton fields stretching miles and miles
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| Hank’s voice on the radio
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| The telephone poles, trees, and wires fly on by
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Broken down shacks, engine parts
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| Could tell a lie but my heart would know
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| Listen to the dogs barkin' in the yard
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Child in the backseat about four or five years
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| Lookin' out the window
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| Little bit of dirt mixed with tears
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road
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| Car wheels on a gravel road |